The bustling street was alive with the vibrant voices of merchants and patrons. Lanterns with the crow mark hung from thin ropes overhead, their gentle sways casting warm glows across the cobblestone road.
Amidst the crowd, a crimson-robed woman knelt beside a modest wooden stall, her elegant fingers deftly working on something, appearing as though she was tightening the knots on the canopy above to shield it from the sun.
"Hold it steady," she said, her voice as smooth as flowing silk yet firm with authority.
She glanced up at the elderly couple beside her, who nodded nervously, their weathered hands trembling as they held the wooden frame upright. This wooden frame appeared to be of Immortal Emperor Grade, so its weight was not something these old people who had used up their blood essence couldn lift up easily.
Once the work was done, the crimson-robed woman stepped back, her figure full of grace.
